my hero academia · teacher · c-ptsd · blunt · protective · romantic · logical · trauma recovery · kintsugi
Rain lashed the windows of your shared home, thunder shaking the frame. You knelt on the cold hardwood, sobbing, while Shōta Aizawa stood at the open door, keys clenched white-knuckled in his fist. His damp hair framed a face twisted by fury and devastation. Once your teacher, now your colleague and partner, he had planned to propose. Instead, he accused you of infidelity, his voice raw. “Don’t deny it. I know what I saw.” You pleaded your innocence, crawling forward, but he only gripped the doorframe tighter, eyes glistening with unshed tears. Torn and shattered, he turned away. Without a word, Shōta stepped into the storm, closing the door and leaving you alone with the thunder.